Saturday, February 10, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
a throat covered with a bolt of red
Sorrows,
like a gathering of dire wolves,
come in packs.
One or two are still with me.
Others have become scar tissue somewhere in my liver.
(i stole these words too, every single one)
like a gathering of dire wolves,
come in packs.
One or two are still with me.
Others have become scar tissue somewhere in my liver.
(i stole these words too, every single one)
howling at the hollow of everything empty
You've asked us to pray, and that seems right –
that words should be found and given to you.
I can offer you only the bare outline of speech
(...and not before).
(i stole these words, all of them)
that words should be found and given to you.
I can offer you only the bare outline of speech
(...and not before).
(i stole these words, all of them)
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
2007 new years something-or-other
i seem to have been taking a break from poetry blogging. i think this break is going to continue on for a bit, but i'll be back.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
picnic
casino beach
parking lot
thursday night
red car
black dog
white teeth
popeye's
dark meat
spicy
zz top
sharp dressed man
j geils band
centerfold
water spouts
thunder
lightning
cra-a-a-a-ck
boom
white
black
parking lot
thursday night
red car
black dog
white teeth
popeye's
dark meat
spicy
zz top
sharp dressed man
j geils band
centerfold
water spouts
thunder
lightning
cra-a-a-a-ck
boom
white
black
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
picnic
casino beach
parking lot
thursday night
red car
black dog
white teeth
popeye's
dark meat
spicy
zz top
sharp dressed man
j geils band
centerfold
water spouts
thunder
lightning
CRA-A-A-A-CK
BOOM
white
black
parking lot
thursday night
red car
black dog
white teeth
popeye's
dark meat
spicy
zz top
sharp dressed man
j geils band
centerfold
water spouts
thunder
lightning
CRA-A-A-A-CK
BOOM
white
black
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
directions
cross two narrow and crumbling bridges
they'll hold upturn left into the weeds
the road is there
directions
for me to get
from my house
to yours
directions
for me to navigate
what little is left
of your life
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Sunday is as good a day as any
from your perch
on the bank there
bend down
and brush the snow
from the ice
that holds all of space
between here
and past the stars
cold black empty
and transparent
pricked with sparks
lay your hand softly
there
yes
just there
feel the shiver and gambol
of the stream running
beneath the ice
over sunlit pebbles
lean slowly
into your hand
feel the ice sag
the faint shocks
that travel
through your bones
just before
the glass cracks
the cold slices hot
into your vein
watch the red
running out
to join the stream
running away
under the ice
on the bank there
bend down
and brush the snow
from the ice
that holds all of space
between here
and past the stars
cold black empty
and transparent
pricked with sparks
lay your hand softly
there
yes
just there
feel the shiver and gambol
of the stream running
beneath the ice
over sunlit pebbles
lean slowly
into your hand
feel the ice sag
the faint shocks
that travel
through your bones
just before
the glass cracks
the cold slices hot
into your vein
watch the red
running out
to join the stream
running away
under the ice
Thursday, August 03, 2006
word verification [a work in progress]
in the ashram
of quiet lawyers
zz top serves caviar
to glamorous kung pao chickens
ask me how i know
about the elk vignette
you bi-fucker, you
lunes martes miercoles
the exegesis begins
from the garbage scow
yet, katy,
that femme commando,
says: are you ok?
no!
help me, kate!
something something something ...
nxgjpvzovuwmawlajepwlacgsemaqbavpuadvaavjnkqntztugiopnlvwxdqiy
of quiet lawyers
zz top serves caviar
to glamorous kung pao chickens
ask me how i know
about the elk vignette
you bi-fucker, you
lunes martes miercoles
the exegesis begins
from the garbage scow
yet, katy,
that femme commando,
says: are you ok?
no!
help me, kate!
something something something ...
nxgjpvzovuwmawlajepwlacgsemaqbavpuadvaavjnkqntztugiopnlvwxdqiy
Sunday, May 21, 2006
word verfication
aqram
tqlaw
zzviar
ghalm
xezwzao
adxme
vntteqlk
uhbifckr
lunss
xvejeetg
bfmscw
yetkata
fmmsdo
csmsefzz
rvnokay
hnepka
nxgjpv
zovuwmaw
lajepwla
cgsem
aqbavpua
dvaavj
nkqntzt
ugiopn
lvwxdqiy
rqvjr
vegpm
bcepi
clctj
wvhxrvc
bbzmvla
zlxsc
fmqzzf
pwotz
mtuyo
hlplmyg
jkqamigb
srlepfmy
qvywvlsn
oowkrbgu
rhnjypqz
ctabuuiq
bkmxdr
pbqnmzqe
qvhlgjk
qsjgzhcy
urhwmf
jfqhjl
coydff
czdfx
tncdspb
mkpeu
xpaxdz
onggrit
zoncthar
ciptza
oyklcq
thggud
gkleht
fmzsvk
ylqmjbc
rqxnxrfc
gxskeklq
rlvkdih
koccozh
"word verifications" collected while commenting at various blogspot blogs
a work in progress ...
tqlaw
zzviar
ghalm
xezwzao
adxme
vntteqlk
uhbifckr
lunss
xvejeetg
bfmscw
yetkata
fmmsdo
csmsefzz
rvnokay
hnepka
nxgjpv
zovuwmaw
lajepwla
cgsem
aqbavpua
dvaavj
nkqntzt
ugiopn
lvwxdqiy
rqvjr
vegpm
bcepi
clctj
wvhxrvc
bbzmvla
zlxsc
fmqzzf
pwotz
mtuyo
hlplmyg
jkqamigb
srlepfmy
qvywvlsn
oowkrbgu
rhnjypqz
ctabuuiq
bkmxdr
pbqnmzqe
qvhlgjk
qsjgzhcy
urhwmf
jfqhjl
coydff
czdfx
tncdspb
mkpeu
xpaxdz
onggrit
zoncthar
ciptza
oyklcq
thggud
gkleht
fmzsvk
ylqmjbc
rqxnxrfc
gxskeklq
rlvkdih
koccozh
"word verifications" collected while commenting at various blogspot blogs
a work in progress ...
Friday, May 12, 2006
street names, a la hai ... ku [bless you]
barcelona street:
there's no south barcelona;
why is there a north?
tarragona street:
the oldtimers will always
call it railroad street
zarragossa street:
one r? two r's? no s's,
only z's? who knows?
there's no south barcelona;
why is there a north?
tarragona street:
the oldtimers will always
call it railroad street
zarragossa street:
one r? two r's? no s's,
only z's? who knows?
Thursday, May 11, 2006
[untitled]
scumbled galloping hoofbeats
of a thousand gleaming black steeds
white moonlit foam streams
from a thousand glossy flanks
to the cold hard sand
of a thousand gleaming black steeds
white moonlit foam streams
from a thousand glossy flanks
to the cold hard sand
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Dreams for barking dogs
from BotF Poetry Slam, 2-27-2006
raccoons on the roof
the pizza guy at the door
cats rabbits burglars
chasing the prey of his dreams
the sleeping dog barks softly
raccoons on the roof
the pizza guy at the door
cats rabbits burglars
chasing the prey of his dreams
the sleeping dog barks softly
Song for Kevin Arnovitz
from BotF Poetry Slam, 2-17-2006
Rottweiler puppies
large bumbling clumsy
fierce cute
try out needle sharp teeth
on the table legs
on each other
Persian cats
regal in flowing coats
of tabby and smoke
try out razor sharp claws
on the upholstery
on each other
puppies get hookworms
leaving bloody diarrhea
on the Bokharas
cats get hairballs
vomiting them up
into your shoes
small but inconvenient
facts of life
bearable because
the puppies
will grow into
imposing companions loyal guardians
in gleaming armor of black and tan
and ivory teeth
the cats
will grow old
purring contentedly into your dreams
napping in your lap in the recliner
by the fire
except for those misfits
who rip the faces
off small children
or whose faces
are too pushed in
to permit proper breathing
the caretaker
the one who wears the red and white S
must be
the Job who splits babies
the Solomon who suffers boils
kevinarno
will be
turning over the keys
to the Houses of Persia and Rottweil
moving out moving on
to observe and chronicle another nature
red in tooth and claw
surely a more civilized pursuit
Rottweiler puppies
large bumbling clumsy
fierce cute
try out needle sharp teeth
on the table legs
on each other
Persian cats
regal in flowing coats
of tabby and smoke
try out razor sharp claws
on the upholstery
on each other
puppies get hookworms
leaving bloody diarrhea
on the Bokharas
cats get hairballs
vomiting them up
into your shoes
small but inconvenient
facts of life
bearable because
the puppies
will grow into
imposing companions loyal guardians
in gleaming armor of black and tan
and ivory teeth
the cats
will grow old
purring contentedly into your dreams
napping in your lap in the recliner
by the fire
except for those misfits
who rip the faces
off small children
or whose faces
are too pushed in
to permit proper breathing
the caretaker
the one who wears the red and white S
must be
the Job who splits babies
the Solomon who suffers boils
kevinarno
will be
turning over the keys
to the Houses of Persia and Rottweil
moving out moving on
to observe and chronicle another nature
red in tooth and claw
surely a more civilized pursuit
Time to go
from BotF Poetry Slam, 2-2-2006
You might be leaving, but I've already gone.
I've looked back, tried to prove my history.
Now I'm standing at the foot of bridge one.
Mapped my life to the streets of Konigsberg
With all the bridges washed out to sea.
You might be leaving, but I've already gone.
Filled out the forms, the applications
To become someone else's employee
Been looking for new bridges to build.
Thought at first that I'd only lost to Ivan
But there were more: Wilma ... Katrina ... Charley ...
I'd show you, but the businesses are all gone.
How do I prove the work that I've done,
The network analysis, the modeling,
When I can't even find past employer one?
No Red Prince or Blue Prince or Bishop
Can ride out from Schloss or Kirche to save me.
I would be leaving, but I've already gone.
How do you cross bridges when there are none?
You might be leaving, but I've already gone.
I've looked back, tried to prove my history.
Now I'm standing at the foot of bridge one.
Mapped my life to the streets of Konigsberg
With all the bridges washed out to sea.
You might be leaving, but I've already gone.
Filled out the forms, the applications
To become someone else's employee
Been looking for new bridges to build.
Thought at first that I'd only lost to Ivan
But there were more: Wilma ... Katrina ... Charley ...
I'd show you, but the businesses are all gone.
How do I prove the work that I've done,
The network analysis, the modeling,
When I can't even find past employer one?
No Red Prince or Blue Prince or Bishop
Can ride out from Schloss or Kirche to save me.
I would be leaving, but I've already gone.
How do you cross bridges when there are none?
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Descente aux enfers
Dancing is all about architecture
Pondering this, the decent ox infers
That the decrepit awks in furs
First got permission from the prefecture
They started off with a lecture
Demonstrating that lox incurs
The same penalties as socks in verse
Or at least, that was their main conjecture
When you arrive at the dance
Coming from Hakushu, Japan
Remember, they got there in VANS
For all the underworld's a mountan stage
Go forth without socks, be of good courage
Dance barefoot, leave your shoes at the edge
Pondering this, the decent ox infers
That the decrepit awks in furs
First got permission from the prefecture
They started off with a lecture
Demonstrating that lox incurs
The same penalties as socks in verse
Or at least, that was their main conjecture
When you arrive at the dance
Coming from Hakushu, Japan
Remember, they got there in VANS
For all the underworld's a mountan stage
Go forth without socks, be of good courage
Dance barefoot, leave your shoes at the edge
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Flying Is Hungry Work
I fall asleep
sheltered from the cold
by sunwarmed manmade rocks
on the shores of Hawkshaw Lagoon
and become a pelican
The wind tugs at my muscles
tickles my fingers
twists my feathers
lifts me up
familiar landmarks
Gussie's Record Shop
Dwarf Drive-In
Three Mile Bridge
faraway places
Pyramids of Giza
Great Wall of China
Long Bridge into Ceske Budejovice
Losing interest in the works of men
I fasten my hopes for lunch
onto the black dots below the surface
of a bright green sea
sheltered from the cold
by sunwarmed manmade rocks
on the shores of Hawkshaw Lagoon
and become a pelican
The wind tugs at my muscles
tickles my fingers
twists my feathers
lifts me up
familiar landmarks
Gussie's Record Shop
Dwarf Drive-In
Three Mile Bridge
faraway places
Pyramids of Giza
Great Wall of China
Long Bridge into Ceske Budejovice
Losing interest in the works of men
I fasten my hopes for lunch
onto the black dots below the surface
of a bright green sea
Thanksgiving falls on November 25 in 1943
It is a city of men
From Tristan De Luna to Leroy Boyd
I skulk between the library shelves
where the books speak to me of women
women who are famous or not at all
women who matter greatly or not at all
I find an old forgotten letter, tucked in a book
[a woman wrote it to a sailor, news from home]
It is a time to make bandages and elect junior class presidents
It is a time of Negro soldiers from the North who are fine musicians
It is a time for cute high school girls falling for cute navy ensigns
The unwed mother picking up her baby after school is not particularly cute
These things matter greatly or not at all
From Tristan De Luna to Leroy Boyd
I skulk between the library shelves
where the books speak to me of women
women who are famous or not at all
women who matter greatly or not at all
I find an old forgotten letter, tucked in a book
[a woman wrote it to a sailor, news from home]
It is a time to make bandages and elect junior class presidents
It is a time of Negro soldiers from the North who are fine musicians
It is a time for cute high school girls falling for cute navy ensigns
The unwed mother picking up her baby after school is not particularly cute
These things matter greatly or not at all
a cento of sorts [and a work in progress]
I was born in a small town
got tired of feelin lonesome ornery and mean
and it's up against the wall redneck mother
and ransom captive israel
I say black you say white
damn the dark damn the lie
but there's booze in the blender
that mourns in lonely exile here
gonna die in a small town
some people say there's a woman to blame
got tired of feelin lonesome ornery and mean
and it's up against the wall redneck mother
and ransom captive israel
I say black you say white
damn the dark damn the lie
but there's booze in the blender
that mourns in lonely exile here
gonna die in a small town
some people say there's a woman to blame
Gun Tamga
Przewalski's elk
never impatient
never wicked or powerful
or ugly or wooden or zebraic
never at work with komodos
and never with dessicated crops
never magic nor serious
possesing only two prerogatives
Meteor spit
Wolfhounds by midnight
to never again walk on
It costs what it costs
the above is a "translation" [which is something like babelfishing, but without the help of a computer] of part of the poem Atlantyda, by Wislawa Szymborska
never impatient
never wicked or powerful
or ugly or wooden or zebraic
never at work with komodos
and never with dessicated crops
never magic nor serious
possesing only two prerogatives
Meteor spit
Wolfhounds by midnight
to never again walk on
It costs what it costs
the above is a "translation" [which is something like babelfishing, but without the help of a computer] of part of the poem Atlantyda, by Wislawa Szymborska
Tracks
I have fallen for you
I have fallen from the railroad trestle
onto 17th Avenue
Anonimo stares down at me
from his grafitti-laden wall
as the speeding cars splatter my brains
and shatter my bones
on their way to the beach
on their way home
I have fallen from the railroad trestle
onto 17th Avenue
Anonimo stares down at me
from his grafitti-laden wall
as the speeding cars splatter my brains
and shatter my bones
on their way to the beach
on their way home
But that was tomorrow
driving a fire engine red car
to the neon red sun
driving around the fort at 20
spinning around the core at 900
flying around the star at 13000
I have lost the race
to the neon red sun
driving around the fort at 20
spinning around the core at 900
flying around the star at 13000
I have lost the race
Is there a cure for Elephantiasis?
I can get out of you , Bob
the fool scapped
fertile period
cockroaches in your ass
And candles and flaming
pie & hives
for farts
Two are small & brown & fat.
In the quivering / places of slaves
In a pastel portrait / of hairs and days
A couch is but an imprimatur
Put on your cloaks and
the women will be the boys
and shout a dead bear will roll
All lines, including the title, are from Bernadette Mayer's chapbook Ceremony Latin (1964)
the fool scapped
fertile period
cockroaches in your ass
And candles and flaming
pie & hives
for farts
Two are small & brown & fat.
In the quivering / places of slaves
In a pastel portrait / of hairs and days
A couch is but an imprimatur
Put on your cloaks and
the women will be the boys
and shout a dead bear will roll
All lines, including the title, are from Bernadette Mayer's chapbook Ceremony Latin (1964)
blue heron haiku
poised like nijinsky
blue like the sides of horses
fieldstone with an eye
ted berrigan the sonnets (don't remember which sonnet)
lyn heijinian, jack collom sunflower
galway kinnell the gray heron
blue like the sides of horses
fieldstone with an eye
ted berrigan the sonnets (don't remember which sonnet)
lyn heijinian, jack collom sunflower
galway kinnell the gray heron